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We fall so often
Hoping each one is real

To know another's touch
As it becomes as familiar as our own

Eyes closed in full sincerity
Giving in to what we think we know

Blinded to any consequences
It is the romantic in us

That drives us there
That creates this rain of fire and ice

Soothing and painful
Contrasting and complimenting

Fell yet again for someone great
Felt this way a few times before

Now in the aura of it's majesty again
This creates a subnormality

One that is embraced like a fool
Accepted with no regrets

Just for a moment of peace
A trice of completion

Actual, Genuine, Literal
Extreme, Profound, Unabated

Fall again, oh yes indeed
For the meantime it is true

It's the truth in it that compels us hold on..